Mother Kali in a strange mood
Of Her own,
The crescent on the forehead
And a red bindi spot
With the the third eye too
And placed over Shiva
Lying underneath
His One Foot.
Her four hands with
A shield, a sword,
A conch shell and a snake,
The hair waist-long,
The jackal underneath
Trying to lick the blood spilled,
With the tongue of Her Lips
Which would have out of shame.
The heads of the sinners, devils and demons
Stitched and tied around Her Head
And the hands tied around
The Waist,
The hair lying ruffled.
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